“Unless the phone call was a ruse and they already knew where we are,” Eli said grimly to Alex and Bruiser. “Check in at NOLA HQ in case it’s a two-pronged attack. I’m on recon.”
Bruiser tapped his cell screen, saying, “Calling New Orleans HQ,” which meant Leo’s headquarters, still and always, though Leo was gone and buried. The phone was on speaker.
As it rang, Eli swiftly secured his weapons, grabbed a pale gray jacket from the back of a chair, slung a gobag over his shoulder, and vanished into the night. Brute, the grindy riding on his shoulder, followed him out, working the lever that locked the cat door for security with his paws. The massive werewolf was silent and deadly backup.
“New Orleans Mithran Council Chambers,” Wrassler answered.
“George Dumas here. Anything odd happening? Anything on the security cameras?”
The silence on the line was acute; then there was the sound of keys tapping, and Wrassler said, “Checking cameras. And good evening to you too, Consort.”
Consort?I thought.
Bruiser is Jane’s mate,Beast thought.Jane is Dark Queen.
Bruiser laughed easily. “Forgive me. Good evening. I hope you are well.”
Keys kept tapping. “Tolerable. Winter’s over, so that’s always good. Keeps an old man’s bones from aching so bad.”
“We have snow here,” Bruiser said, the two men indulging in the common Southern niceties while I gritted my teeth, waiting for information on what problems were taking place in NOLA. On the screen, the Range Rovers just sat at the entrance to the inn’s driveway, snow accumulating on the vehicles, headlights illuminating the falling snow, the expanse of snow, and the dark trunks of trees striping the snow. Clouds of vapor gathered around and under the vehicles from the tailpipes.
“Nothing showing anywhere. No suspicious activity. No more people missing.”
“Morepeople missing? What?” I muttered, moving closer to the office desk.
Alex said, “Oops.”
I realized my housemates knew things I didn’t. Thingsthey were keeping from me because I was too sick to do anything good about anything awful. I wanted to hit something but I was so weak my fist would be little more than a love tap. “Go on,” I ground out the two words.
“Ronald Roland left Bouvier Clan Home Tuesday last, to pick up supplies, and never returned,” Wrassler said.
Ronald was heir of Clan Bouvier and he wore jeans and six-shooters at his hips. He could rapid fire the pistols faster than a nine-mil semiautomatic and hit any target he could see. I got a knot in my stomach thinking about a Mithran missing. “Who else?” I asked.
“Cooper,” Wrassler said. “Vanished about the same time. It’s been suggested that he’s on the way to see Janie and just didn’t say so.”
“Who’s Cooper?” I demanded, a flash of anger heating me.
“Tex,” Alex said softly.
Tex.I had claimed him. He was mine, part of Clan Yellowrock. Tex was a master vamp, as powerful as any master of the city I had ever known, but was content to do security at Vamp HQ. He was one of few vamps who had a dog, a big slavering mastiff who loved Tex better than peanut butter. “His dog?” I asked.
“We found him in Tex’s house,” Wrassler said.
“Tex would never leave his dog behind,” I said.Someone took Ed and Tex and Roland.
Took kits,Beast thought.Will kill taker of kits.
But the Son of Darkness Number Two only hit the shores a few days ago. He’s in Florida. So who else is here? Who has my people?
Without looking at me, Bruiser said, “If Cooper was coming here, he hasn’t made it. Who else?”
Guilt on his face, Alex muttered, “I’ve been scanning all traffic and security cams for seventy hours on either side of Ronald’s disappearance. Searching for Tex and Ronald.” He raised his eyes to me, his curly hair tangling in his lashes. “I don’t have a starting GPS so it’s not gonna be fast.”
“When did you first hear about all this?” I asked him.
He ducked his head away.
“One other Mithran hasn’t checked in.” Wrassler hesitated before going on, a strange break in words and tone. “Shiloh Stone, missing for a little over seventy-two hours.”
